Grayell tasted blood, it burst into his sinus and stung his senses. The second blow came like a dull hammer, his head still swimming from the first blow. His hands crossed in front of his face and before a third knee could connect, he wound them up Renquist's arm and found his shoulders.
Scarred hands found a shoulder, the other the vampyre's face and with no thought for quarter, Grayell rammed his fingers into whatever he could find - an eye socket and the vampyre's mouth. He lashed back, dragged the vampyre forward and returned the knee to the face, then dropped an elbow to the base of Ren's neck.
He pulled away, blood smeared down his chest. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand and spat.. but grinned with a snarl.
Renquist stood erect for a moment and looked over Grayell, his eyes rolling back into place and mending with rapid speed. He rolled his neck and it cracked, bones mending.
Well... I see you've trained. A shame you don't have the years I do boy, you'd make for a greater opponent.
Renquist paced to one side and then suddenly, without signal or so much a twitch, flew in and brought knifehand to Grayell's throat. The big man was instantly without air and Renquist knew it, that same hand now pummeling his chest, a left to the diaphragm, a savage right to the dantain and then finally, a snap from his leg into Grayell's groin. As quick as that, Renquist had disabled his foe and stood over him, laughing.
Oh my. If only you had the speed.
He slowly reached down and grabbed onto Grayell's hair once more, pulling his head back to look in his face. Grayell was gasping for air, unable to get it.. and Renquist simply took his time to spit in the Commander's face.
Grayell choked on the spit as well as his breath, but passively brought his hands up, resting them weakly on his head, over Renquist's own. His eyes were rolling, searching for focus... but then suddenly became very lucid, very aware.
His sudden smile made the vampyre falter and whilst he locked Renquist's hand to his head, his other hand rammed a knuckle into the vampyre's armpit, effecting the heart's rhythm. It caused a growl of pain from the vampyre but Grayell was already turning. He pried the hand from his hair, rolled it and locked it against the wrist and with one long step back he kept his balance low and yanked on the arm...
It wasn't enough. He wasn't through. Tendons tore and Ren's shoulder sprained, but Grayell was already shifting back again and this time, pulled very hard and very long. The elbow and wrist gave and as the vampyre fell rapidly toward him, Grayell turned his shoulder's into his opponent and pulled his arm across and down...
He stepped once more, backward as the vampyre was thrown. Ren's wait used against him, Grayell tore at the arm whilst he was still in the air and as he slammed into the ground with thunderous force, Renquist's shoulder was torn clean inside the socket.
Grayell released and only rolled his hands into fists, bones and knuckled popping with the tension.
Renquist was pissed now and rose to his feet without any apparent effort. He reached up and snapped his arm back into place, rolled it with a hiss through hungry fangs.
I've a mind to bleed you boy.
The vampyre didn't bother but instead ducked in again, throwing a hammer of a fist at Grayell's guard. It was blocked but forced Grayell backward in the dirt, a result Renquist amplified by delivering a wind-breaking roundhouse kick to Grayell's side. Again on those ribs.
The big man folded in pain and Renquist stood tall over him, then shattered his cheek with a backhanded rake of his clawed hand. He screamed in delight as he felt bone give, blood striking the dirt... but only wound up and sent an uppercut into Grayell's face.
Grayell was lifted from his feet and smashed back first into the wall but before he could even think to react, Renquist snapped an iron hand to Gray's throat and pressed hard. Locked on the wall, Renquist simply snarled at his prey...
Grayell again found himself fighting for air, something his opponent didn't need. He reached out, hands fumbling to reach for Renquist's face but found nothing as the vampire leaned back. He choked, tried for more air and had none, his face already beaten to a pulp turning more purple.
A second hand now, pressing harder. Renquist seemed determined to strangle him to death here and now...
A grunt of defiance and Grayell's right hand snaked over and between Ren's arms. It pressed to his waiting left palm and with a sudden, fluid grace both hands folded to the right, tearing away the lock on his throat. He dropped, arms still in front of him and he flicked out an open hand. Renquist leaned away from the shot at his eyes but Grayell only needed that much space...
His right arm crashed onto his opponent's, jerking him forward. Then, both hands shot out and struck bot the vampyre's throat and diaphragm with savage force, sending him to the dirt in pain.
Grayell gasped and then cleared his throat. His voice was thrashed.
You don't gotta breathe bloodrat, but that still hurts like a bitch, don't it?
Renquist again snarled and spat dirt this time, claws raking the ground as he sprung to his feet. He looked at Grayell, glared with the hatred of a bastard sun and spat again, more dirt. His eyes fell on Margrett, his own lips quivering in unbridled anger.
Renquist cackled then and simply waved a hand dismissively.
Oh come now, surely you won't deny him this one chance? He's quite worked up and yet here you are, making matters that much worse.
Renquist shifted closer to Grayell who was now standing off the wall, ragged and torn but eager to fight. Renquist smiled at him and then looked at his hands, his savage fingers producing claws.
No. He fights for your honor Margrett, I dare say he wouldn't dream of backing down now.
Grayell scoffed and sneered, though his broken cheek didn't help the gesture. He turned to follow Renquist, putting himself between the vampyre and Marg.
I fight for my honor bloodrat. And I am tired of tell you. Leave the lady out of it.
Renquist looked down his front, blood spattering his shirt. He looked to Margrett and then to Grayell. He studied him a moment and then smiled... in a human manner.
Let it go or it will consume you. You will know no peace until you do. Farewell.
Renquist simply beckoned the Brood members and left town without so much as looking back.
Grayell watched him go, still shaking, still swaying. His hands couldn't unclench, blood spattered his hands and forearms, his chest and his chin. He breathed hard, trying to hold control and as they passed the gate...
He stumbled and fell forward. His hands caught him and he kneeled there, paws in the dirt, his face lost. He closed his eyes, shaking his head. He spat, trembling still through clenched teeth, eyes still marred with tears.
He said nothing. He only stared at his hands, his useless hands.
Grayell felt it and bit his lip. He didn't want to feel this week. He didn't want to be toyed with. And least of all.... he didn't want her to see him like this.
He trembled under her hand, his body in shock due to the injuries he'd sustained. He shook as he pressed off the ground and made his way to his feet, shaky but upright. Sorrowful, frustrated eyes looked to hers a moment... and then could no longer. He bit his tongue, stiffened his lip and looked past the gate to the woods.